A tribute to … Costco disposable diapers

I was extremely unenthused when my wife brought home a giant box of Costco diapers six or seven months ago. I stared skeptically at the little lion cub on the front of the Kirkland brand diapers, where a picture of Mickey Mouse or Elmo was supposed to be. He didn’t instill a lot of confidence. This was going to be a bad few weeks.

Don’t be fooled by the stupid lion chasing a butterfly …

I’m more than willing to buy generic, but there are some things I just don’t screw around with. Condoms, for example, aren’t something I’ll buy at a deep discount. Same with brake pads. And disposable diapers are the kind of product that once you find something that works, you don’t mess with the formula. The stakes are simply too high.

This is usually where I tell an amusing and/or pointless story while adding some narrative detail. I’ll spare you today. It’s bad enough that this blog is named “The Poop,” without ruining your breakfast with tales of my son’s bowel movements. But suffice to say, the levees have held up in the midst of some horrible storms. We don’t keep stats on these things, but I’m guessing the number of blowouts has if anything declined since we went generic.

Just to prove I’m not on the take from Costco, I’ll say something negative: those giant gallon drums of mayonnaise are #$%&ing disgusting. And the free samples have gone way downhill. It takes me three or four laps to get enough for a meal these days. But the diapers — which are at least 20 percent cheaper than the Pampers we were buying at Target — are excellent.

(If you want to argue about the use of disposable diapers, or see my testimony why I unapologetically love them, please click here to read a three-year-old Judgmental Parent Roundtable on the subject.)